When Fu Yunhe woke up, the small wooden house was surrounded by silence.
He had slept so deeply that he hadn't noticed the bustle outside at all.
When he sat up, the blanket slid off his body, and that was when he realized he was not wearing any clothes.
He moved his arm, expecting pain, but it was absent; instead, he felt relaxed.
In the past few times, although he had felt somewhat better, his body was still weak, and he would get tired from doing simple tasks.
But today, he felt better than usual.
After Fu Yunhe dressed, waves of hunger hit him, making it hard for him to bear.
He dressed and stepped out of the small wooden house, and everywhere he looked there were people.
Across in the fields, machines and busy, diligent people painted a scene of a great harvest.
Clutching his stomach, he headed to the kitchen, where Mr. Fan was not present today.
Fu Yunhe thought about making something to eat, but when he entered the kitchen, he saw his name on a pot lid.
